Op, can I hug you? You seem to really need it! You've been through so much!
Sure, he could use a hug. 😃😃
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I just wrote the most tender Gaby and Napoleon scene and I just- have feelings 🥺
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He can't handle her saying sweet, romantic things to him and my heart may also burst at that blush 💜
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ONE. MORE. DAY. UNTIL. #SonicPrimeSeason2 !!!! I’m so excited, I can��t wait to see what happens to Nine! I love his storyline so much that 4 months ago I made an animatic (https://youtu.be/hi2Bh6Ur-mw) predicting what would happen in Season 2. And I’ll find out what happens TOMORROW!!
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Finally decided to buckle down and mostly just work on one fic for now, so I picked my as-of-yet-untitled Fallout 76 fic because it's nowhere near as long as any of my other WIPs.
Anyway, figured I'd share a snippet because I just love Beckett, and maybe some feedback will help fuel me.
Enjoy. Or don't, I don't care (just kidding, I care, please validate my existence).
She was born in the vault, and spent most of her life there preparing for a new life outside of it, a sort of 25-year gestational period. She's told him before that she wasn't really born, didn't become who she was meant to be, until she left on Reclamation Day. He can't imagine what that must feel like - the pressure, the weight of so much expectation. All those years, all that preparation, that single-minded focus on a seemingly simple mission: rebuild America.
It's anything but simple, Beckett thinks. The world is so broken, and not just physically, not just damage from the bombs and their aftermath. It's the people in it, how fractured and fucked up and divided they've become, and he says as much one chilly night by the fireplace, when they're both a little philosophical after a few drinks.
"That's exactly the problem," she tells him, leaning closer. Her hand finds his knee and she gives it a squeeze, like it's the most natural thing in the world to just reach out and touch him. And her touch is electric, even through the sturdy denim of his jeans.
"You get it," she's saying, jabbering away like her simple touch hasn't just shattered his world and left him struggling against his baser instincts. "It's not just buildings, it's hearts and minds. The Brotherhood, Crater, Foundation, the Responders... they have to pull their heads out of their asses and learn to work together or it's all gonna be for nothing. One vault full of idealistic, aging nerds was never gonna to be enough to save the world, no matter how well-meaning."
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes bright from the liquor, but it's her mouth he finds fascinating right now. Beckett wants nothing more than to lean in and press his lips to hers, to taste the liquor on her tongue, wants it so badly that the need festers and aches deep inside him. But he also knows that, no matter what she's said in the past, she can't actually want that. People like him don't get fairy tale endings, and kind, brilliant, beautiful women like Evelyn don't find their happily-ever-afters with recovering addicts and ex-raiders.
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Me: Aww, my presh smol sweet baby boy
The baby boy in question: 6' 3", heavily tattooed hellhound in his late 30s
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Hi! I'm pretty new to ur blog but I just wanna say that I love it sm- trans ash is literally my fav evil dead think ever <3 I'm mentally hugging him.
Hiiii thank you so much for the message friend I’m so glad you’re enjoying my blog!
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@filiasiderum sent a meme:
🫂🫂 for the pretty boy !!
"Hmm?" He looked up from his sketchbook when he felt Ao's arms slip around him. He had settled in with his work and told her she was free to distract him when she wanted to, but it had been about an hour when she finally came to him.
A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he turned to face her. "Finally wanted my attention?"
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